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Hey yo, spice |
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What's goin on, man? |
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I see five-o over there |
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Is that five-o? |
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[ spice 1 ] |
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Same muthafuckas that beat my partner down last week |
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But i ain't trippin, i got this 187 proof by my side |
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It's finna be on |
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[ d-wiz ] |
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Is that right? |
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[ spice 1 ] |
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Yeah |
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[ d-wiz ] |
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But where you stayin at, man, what's goin on? |
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[ spice 1 ] |
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Same muthafuckin neighborhood, man |
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Just tryin to get this shit off the ground |
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This rap thing, you know? |
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[ d-wiz ] |
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Yeah, i heard that shit, man |
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Let them niggas know what time it is |
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[ spice 1 ] |
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Yeah |
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Check it |
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[ verse 1 ] |
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I like to walk around my hood, smokin dank a lot |
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I see some brothers in the trees, is they slingin rocks? |
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Runnin through a broken-down wooden fence |
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A nigga didn't have brains cause he smoked sinse |
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Or sess, or whatever you wanna call it |
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He got the task on his ass, better haul it |
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Fiends suckin up the crack in the backyard |
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Dropped a pebble on the ground, now he's lookin hard |
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Will he keep searchin or will he cease and just forget the hit? |
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Or pull a jack move and let the nine click |
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I'm in the cut, late night, about 12 o'clock |
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I see some brothers bustin caps in a parking lot |
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There go my homies rollin up in a black 'vette |
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Nothin but the money for the paycheck |
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"another day, another dead up in the alleyway" |
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That's what the boys in the bay up in cali say |
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The california life, task in the palm trees |
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Brothers be clockin g's, slingin ki's |
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Up in my neighborhood |
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[ chorus: larry b. davis & bobby b. ross ] |
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In my neighborhood |
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(in my neighborhood) |
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In my |
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In my |
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In my neighborhood |
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In my neighborhood |
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[ verse 2 ] |
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Funk - is a part of my life |
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It's the sound of the gangster spice |
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Warning - check out the blast of a shotgun |
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Nine muthafuckin millimeter, have one |
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Or two or three or four |
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Cause every brother in my hood is hardcore |
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Boom-boom! to the death of a cop |
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Pop-pop-pop! - see another one drop |
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Crazy-ass nigga off the peppermint schnapps |
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And now you wonder why young niggas sling hop? |
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Never woulda thought i'd be a dealer of dope |
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Niggas slingin and bangin and breakin necks and throats |
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The spot, it was poppin, but yet the fuzz kept ridin my jock |
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Tick-tock, i watch the clock, they flock |
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See a undercover cop raise off the block |
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That's how it is in the game of slingin rocks |
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Cause on the tv they make it look real good |
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But mr. rogers ain't got shit on my niggas up in the neighborhood |
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[ chorus: larry b. davis & bobby b. ross ] |
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In my neighborhood |
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(in my neighborhood) |
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In my |
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In my |
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In my neighborhood |
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In my neighborhood |
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[ verse 3 ] |
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Welcome to the ghetto, although i call it my neighborhood |
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Some people get out, but some people stay for good |
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I see a dopefiend yellin he's a o.g. |
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He scratched his head and started starin like he knows me |
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I say, "what up, old man, i seen your face before" |
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It was my homie's pops, shirt dirty, pants tore |
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He had a 40 in his hand, left a little swallow |
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He said, "young-ass nigga," and then he threw the bottle |
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I ducked down, and i had to duck real fast |
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Stepped two feet back, and then i banked his ass |
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I started kickin and stompin my nigga's brains out |
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I heard a bitch yell "freeze!" and runnin out the house |
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It was his wife, and the bitch started bustin at me |
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I can't believe this shit, this bitch is trigger-happy |
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Pull out my nine, bust the bitch in the left titty |
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That's how it is in a burned-out dopefiend city |
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And now you're sayin i'm the nigga up to no good |
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If gives a fuck if you're bush, you get jacked up in my neighborhood |
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[ chorus: larry b. davis & bobby b. ross ] |
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In my neighborhood |
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(in my neighborhood) |
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In my |
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In my |
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In my neighborhood |
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In my neighborhood |
